Chapter 275
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Yoo Yoo said coldly, "It's not enough that you like me. My mommy has to like you as well."
Mu Yazhe's eyebrows twitched. He was a little impressed by this child's domineering and arrogant attitude.
As expected of his son, his every movement was filled with the demeanor of an Imperial Lord!
Yoo Yoo suddenly smiled. The elegant curve of his lips made him look like a polite little gentleman.
"Mu Yazhe, you better be clear about one thing. Maybe in your mind, your love is a great gift to other women! But to my mommy, this is just the basics of true love. My mommy is beautiful, gentle, and considerate. Moreover, she has me, her son, to dote on her. If you want to be with my mommy, both of you must like each other. Do you understand? "
"Huh? So you're saying that I still have a chance? "Mu Yazhe asked.
Yoo Yoo glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and snorted. "Yes, it depends on your performance!"
"Then now." Mu Yazhe suddenly opened his palms and looked at his delicate and beautiful face gently. He asked softly, "Can I hug you?"
His gentle and mellow male voice was filled with the love of a loving father.
Yoo Yoo's heart suddenly stopped. His watery eyes widened slightly and his heartbeat slowed down.
Thump — thump.
Seeing that he was hesitating, Mu Yazhe nodded and waited for his response.
Hug …
Yoo Yoo hesitantly stuck out the tip of his small tongue and moistened his dry lips. He looked at Mu Yazhe's broad and warm chest with a faint desire in his eyes.
No child could resist their father's warm hug.
Little Yoo Yoo was the same.
His eyes suddenly felt a little sour and astringent.
In his heart, he was a little excited and yearning.
When he was young, after kindergarten, he would see children his age running into their father's arms and being hugged by those strong arms. Those images always hurt his eyes.
Mommy's hug was soft, but Mommy was too weak. When she hugged him, it was always a little uncomfortable.
If he could be hugged by Daddy, it would be very blissful!
Strong arms, warm chest, and strong heartbeat. Sitting on his shoulders, he felt as if he could touch the sky if he reached out!
That feeling must be very blissful, right?
With a little yearning, Yoo Yoo could not help but reach out his hand. It was as if his entire body was enchanted with some kind of irresistible magic, and he yearned for his chest.
Mu Yazhe's eyes were warm as he held onto his little hand.
Yoo Yoo Yoo Yoo was Yoo Yoo Yoo's hands. His hands were small hands hands should be soft and tender.
Although her small hands were small, her five fingers were slender and smooth. Her fingernails were clean, and her joints were distinct. They were very beautiful, just like his hands. They were soft in his hands. With a gentle squeeze, he easily wrapped his hands in his palms.
Mu Yazhe realized that he liked this son of his very much.
He was smart, sensible, considerate, and overly mature. One could not help but feel tender affection for him.
Yoo Yoo suddenly shrank back. His expression was a little awkward.
Looking at him, his cheeks were red and a little hot.
As if he was afraid that the man would misunderstand, he immediately emphasized his position. "I'm letting you hug me because of Mommy …"
Mu Yazhe paused for a moment and smiled. "Okay."
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